There comes a time in every suburbanite’s life when they must face the final test of initiation into #burblife – having a yard sale.

We secured the necessary permits (yes, our town has strict rules on yard sales), blanketed craigslist with ads, and posted signs all over our busy street.

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Setup came early, and we weren’t quite ready when our first customers showed up before the sun. However, the worst part was they bought the TV from our sick Sega Genesis display!

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Just when you thought it was over, this wildman Volvo hops the curb of our driveway and slams the oil pan hard enough to make any vw kid cringe. We weren’t sure what to expect… but the woman that came out was our best customer of the day!

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After selling nearly all of our junk we finally called it a day, and went inside to count the moola. Boom!

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